FOWC: Bugaboo

I so love this word and really have not heard it since my mom used it a million years ago. It brings back happy memories of childhood days with her. The last time I heard it was July, 1976 and I did not know she was slowly dying of heart disease.

We drove from Colorado to Vermont on a nonstop trip, kids slept in the back of our big blue Chevy station wagon in sleeping bags and we ate our meals from a cooler. We arrived about three days later and my dad, the clean car nut (you were never allowed to drink or eat in his cars, although he smoked continuously), had a conniption fit, (another of my mom’s phrases) as we piled out.

I ran her over to the store since she didn’t drive, and we were hurrying for some reason. She stopped suddenly and I was very concerned. She said not to worry, it was just a bugaboo. We drove home a week later and a couple of weeks after that I was called with the news she was dying in the hospital. I thought if I could just fly back and take care of her she would be okay. She wasn’t. I often remember her face as we left to drive back home to Colorado. There were tears in her eyes and such a look I’ll never forget.


15 thoughts on “FOWC: Bugaboo

  1. Isn’t it strange how memories work? I’m so sorry for the loss of your mom, however, you do have some strong memories of her today. They should give you strength and don’t be afraid to laugh when you think of the good times. I remember the good times I had with my mom and she died suddenly after having too many heart attacks in 1985. The memories I have now are mainly good ones (although some of the bad things I did to her still haunt me to this day).
    She knew how much I loved her towards the end and I think that’s what kept me going, not a day goes by when I don’t think of her and the good times we had. I wish she was still here all the time because when things get me down I could always go to her and talk to her about anything (apart from sex) and she would never offer help, but talking to her meant I could see my way through things.

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    1. Sounds like we had a similar relationship with our moms although I left home at 18 and we wrote letters back then, no modern conveniences like Skype, etc. Phone calls to home after I left were taken by an operator and mom was always amused by the Houston drawl on the other end of the line. ☺️

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    2. I wrote to my mom too when I first left home at 17, I joined our Armed Forces and served for just over a year. I then went back home for a few months until my dad pissed me off then I moved over to Edinburgh (only an hour away by train so I called over at the weekend to get my washing done and have some substantial meals before heading back to the bright lights on a Sunday afternoon). We didn’t call as mom didn’t get a phone line put in until 1980 by which time I had been married, divorced and was living with a married woman back in Scotland.
      Anyway, my mom was the best it’s just a shame my dad was such a pain in my ass, when she died I moved away again and have never been back for more than a few days at a time, although my relationship with my dad has thawed recently he still treats me like an outsider most of the time, but that’s okay because I really don’t care about him either.


    3. So sorry, my dad and I used to argue and fight regularly, luckily he is still around but has Dementia now so it’s not always easy talking to him. I do make the effort and would never dream of going up to Scotland without calling in and seeing him while I’m there. His attitude towards me has changed (at the minute he still knows who I am so that’s something).
      I would have hated him dying soon after one of our major arguments but I still would rather he was fully compus mentus and we still argued than be the way he is.
      It’s kind of hard going when you can start off having a conversation with someone then 20 minutes later they return to the beginning of the conversation to try and keep it going.

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    4. It’s an absolutely terrible disease and there isn’t a cure for it, yet. I just hope they can find one soon as my dad gets help with his condition but it slows it down doesn’t stop it progressing completely.

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    5. Thats sad. I had a fight on thd phone with my dad and he ended up dying a few days after. I was forced to the funeral by a good friend who said I’d regret it if I didn’t go and I would have

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